Letras
Buzzing the corner, chewing on the paint Watch her kiss the hand that wears her like
A chain Smiling at the teeth that bitter to the bone
Calling it a shelter when it's really just a home
Sweet talk, spit drip, lick the wounds until they fit
Laugh loud, crawl small, I'm the fly that sees it all
Stock room perfume smells like rust and rain She's dancing with the shadow that taught her all her pain
Every bruise a postcard, every scream a song She hums it in the dark like it's where she belongs
Sweet talk, spit drip, lick the wounds until they fit
Laugh loud, crawl small, I'm the fly that sees it all
Strings on her wrist, pull till they kiss Eyes like a trap, smile like a slap
You feed the fire, call it rain You hold the knife, call it a name
You hold the cage, call it a room You love the hands that steal your tongue
Sweet talk, spit drip, lick the wounds until they fit
Laugh loud, crawl small, I'm the fly that sees it all
Sweet talk, spit drip, lick the wounds until they fit
Laugh loud, crawl small, I'm the fly that sees it all
Buzz in the corner, I ain't leaving